Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scion. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.